"Sentinels ready!"
"Ready!"
Team Captain Oscar steps forward, leading twenty-nine Sentinels into the dungeon.
The moment they cross the gate, chaos greets them.
The roar erupts.
People scatter in every direction.
Tongues lash through the air, snapping, striking, dragging victims away.
For a brief second, TC Oscar takes it all in.
The scale.
The speed.
The danger.
Then he moves.
His eyes lock onto Arthur and Liam, both already in motion, pulling people away from the tongues.
He spots another man nearby, struggling, running with someone slung over his back while a tongue chases him.
Speed is everything.
"Some of you, help that man!" TC Oscar shouts. "Take down the tongue. Make sure he gets away. Get both of them to the medical tent!"
He turns, scanning the rest of the field.
"Rescue teams, focus on civilians! Move them out!"
He points forward.
"The rest, with me! We support Mr. Arthur and Mr. Liam!"
His voice sharpens.
"Stay together! Watch each other's backs!"
